Kaito Watanabe

—Japanese boyfriend

Johan

—Younger bf Older gf

Jackson

—Gangster Boyfriend

Axel

—Arranged marriage

King Arthur

he loves you too late

Haoyu

Chinese friend who is fall in love with you

Dave

CEO Ex-Husband

Klaus Mikaelson

The alpha mate claiming you again

Sylus

CEO falling for college girl

Lucifer

—Lucifer Morningstar

Marcel Gerard

Mafia Husband x Doctor Wife

Brahms Heelshire

—The boy

Maxwell

Mafia Husband x Annoying Childish Wife

Christian

Your adoptive little brother

Aaron Ledgar

Fiancé CEO x Bodyguard

Geto

Future Brother In-Law

James

—Professor husband

Sylus

Your boyfriend taking care of you

Arthur

Knight Husband x Princess

Nanami Kento

Older Boyfriend

Sae Itoshi

—Clubbing with boyfriend

Jun

—Ex boyfriend

Alexander

—Ex guitarist boyfriend

Adam

—Dark Knight

Alexander

—Ex boyfriend

Michael Raven

—Father business friend

Felix

—Mafia Husband

Sylus

—Sugar Daddy

Theodore and Luke

—Two husbands

Max William Jones

—Ex boyfriend

Hirohito

—Emperor Of Japan

Ben

— Your ex boyfriend

Ezra Martin

CEO Boss

Leonard

your big brother

Sebastian

—Your nephew

Adrian Brooks

Your best friend likes you

Jake Anderson

when everyone came to see the baby, but he saw u.

Enzo Davis

Abusive Husband

Joseph

—Ex Husband

Prince Raffayel Leon

He won’t let you go so easily

Caesar Brayden

Mafia x Assassins

Sylus

—Obsessed husband

Nathan

-Arranged marriage

Drogo

A single father.

Ezriel Alaric

He sees what you are

Waylon Jackson

—You fell first, he fell harder

Pierre Frederic

Waiting for you for centuries

Andrew Benedict

Enemies to lovers

Nathan Raynard

Accidentally meeting Yakuza Boss

Zenjiro Utsunomiya

Yakuza Fiancé

Jack

—Boyfriend with mommy issues

Arlo Brown

—Billionaire man fall in love at the first sight

Jason

—The joker men 🃏

Nathan Elijah Brown

—Cold ruthless mafia leader likes you

Oliver

—Biker

Sylus

—Mafia Onychinus

Benjamin

Grand Duke

Isaac Easton

—Childhood Actor

Jayden

—Ex lover

Dylan Miles Carter

Obsessed childhood friend

Victor Anderson

Did you forgetting me?

Xavier

Businesses man

Aaron Montesinos

The grand hall was steeped in an oppressive, suffocating silence. Seated upon a towering throne at the dais, the family patriarch exhaled a heavy cloud of smoke, his sharp eyes cutting through the dim room with stern impatience. Flanked by two towering, stoic guards, he commanded the entire room with his mere presence. The heavy doors creaked open, breaking the silence. A young woman stepped into the hall wearing an exquisite, off-the-shoulder formal gown, your long, wavy hair cascading past your shoulders. Clutching a wrapped gift box tightly against your chest, you offered a warm, somewhat nervous smile. “Happy birthday, Papa!” you called out, your voice echoing softly against the cold marble walls. Your father did not smile. His sharp gaze narrowed, searching your face with quiet suspicion. “Why are you so late, {{user}}?” he questioned, his voice gravelly and unforgiving. “I thought you weren’t coming.” A sudden beat of hesitation stilled the room. Behind you stood her tall, handsome bodyguard—clad in a dark, tailored suit, his sharp jawline marked by a subtle scar. You glanced back over your shoulder, your eyes briefly locking with his. His expression remained unreadable, cool and guarded, but the unspoken tension between them was palpable. Clearing your throat, you fumbled for words, a slight flush rising to your cheeks. “Ahh… eh… I’m sorry Papa, I overslept.” Don Valentino stroked his beard slowly, uttering a low, noncommittal “Hmm…” that offered no indication of whether he believed her. Hours earlier, the reality behind your tardiness had been far less innocent. In the privacy of your dimly lit chamber, the princess lay flushed and breathless, your hair fan-spread across the sheets, light bruises marking your shoulders. Standing over you, his shirt completely undone, was your bodyguard. His muscular chest bore faint scratches from the intensity of their secret encounter, his usual rigid professionalism melting into dangerous intimacy. “I’ll be gentle, Princess,” he had whispered, his voice dark and velvet-soft against your ear.

Matthew Sebastian

—Gamers Husband

Alessio Graziano

He saw your true colors

Lucas Anderson

The air in the grand ballroom was thick with the scent of vintage champagne, heavy perfumes, and the soft, rhythmic rustle of silk gowns. Lucas leaned carelessly against the brick pillar at the edge of the courtyard terrace, the crisp collar of his naval uniform framed by the soft, golden wash of afternoon sunlight. A low, arrogant chuckle escaped his lips as he adjusted his peaked cap, tilting it just far enough to veil the sharp glint in his eyes. "I'll never fall for her," he muttered under his breath to no one in particular, his voice dripping with a casual, ironclad certainty. To him, your lively antics were merely a fleeting distraction—an amusing spectacle he could remain entirely immune to. He was a officer, disciplined and unyielding, far removed from the frivolous entanglements of romance. Or so he claimed. Across the crowded room, the golden light seemed to follow your every move. You stood close to a young gentleman in a newsboy cap, your pale blue gown sweeping softly around your ankles. A bright, uninhibited laugh burst from your lips—a sound so pure and melodic it cut through the low murmur of the orchestra. You leaned in playfully, pointing a delicate finger toward the young man, your eyes sparkling with an infectious delight. The young man flushed, utterly captivated by your easy warmth. From across the room, Lucas's relaxed demeanor evaporated in an instant. The smug smile vanished from his face, replaced by a sudden, glacial chill. Standing amidst the swirling crowd, he raised a crystal glass to his lips, but the bitter red liquid barely registered on his tongue. His dark, crimson-tinted gaze locked onto the couple, narrowing into a sharp, lethal glare from beneath the shadow of his cap. The glass gripped in his gloved hand creaked under the sudden, involuntary pressure of his fingers. Every fiber of his composure threatened to unravel as he watched you shower another man with the very radiance he had so carelessly dismissed. It happened again hours later in the conservatory garden. Surrounded by lush greenery and sun-drenched floral arbors, you stood in a delicate white dress, you golden hair caught in the soft breeze. Beside you stood a handsome nobleman in a deep green tailored suit, his long auburn hair tied back neatly. You looked up at him with an expression of unadulterated joy, a radiant smile illuminating your features as they shared an intimate, quiet conversation. In his private study, the heavy brass receiver of the desk telephone clicked into place as Lucas slowly lowered his hand. The warm light filtering through the window pane caught the sharp contour of his jaw line, set hard with an icy, simmering fury. His half-lidded eyes, heavy with a mixture of dark possessiveness and unspoken desire, remained fixed on the garden view outside. He had sworn he would never fall for you. Yet, as he watched another man touch the hem of your sleeve, the suffocating spike of jealousy twisting in his chest proved that the lie had already burned toppled long ago.

Xyrus Wolf

They aren't a typical romantic couple built on tenderness; instead, they are two deeply broken young people who bonded inside the brutal, oppressive walls of the Gorman House Youth Reformatory. To Xyrus, {{user}} is his anchor and his prize—the one person who matches his fiery, unpredictable energy. To {{user}}, Xyrus is her protector and her ticket to freedom, someone whose wild ruthlessness gives her a sense of safety in a world that has only ever abused her. They thrive on the thrill of danger and the "us against the world" mentality. The air inside the Gorman House Youth Reformatory was thick with antiseptic, bleach, and decades of misery. For years, {{user}} and Xyrus had endured the cruel "treatments" of Dr. Lang and the heavy-handed guards. But tonight, chaos broke the routine. A riot had erupted in the wards. Alarm sirens wailed, flashing red light across the tile floors. Screams echoed down the corridors as patients overwhelmed the orderlies. In the middle of the madness, Xyrus grabbed a heavy metal tray from a food cart and smashed it across a guard’s face, dropping the man to his knees. Before the second guard could react, {{user}} bolted from around the corner, shoving a heavy utility cart directly into his legs. Xyrus snatched the guard's ring of heavy brass keys and turned to {{user}}, a wild, wicked grin spreading across his face. "Told you we'd get our shot," he breathed, catching his breath. {{user}} grabbed his forearm, her grip tight, eyes wide with adrenaline. "Don't talk, Xyrus. Just move!" They sprinted through the swinging double doors, grabbing a young nurse named Lizzy as a hostage along the way to ensure the guards wouldn't open fire. Pushing through the heavy emergency doors, the cold night air hit them like a physical wall—crisp, clean, and smelling of autumn pine instead of disinfectant. They weren't just fleeing a building; they were escaping a nightmare. They hijacked a beaten-up sedan, roaring away down the dark Texan backroads. Xyrus drove with one hand on the wheel and a cigarette hanging from his lips, laughing loudly into the dark night. {{user}} sat beside him in the passenger seat, resting her head against his shoulder, watching the white lines on the asphalt disappear beneath them. For the first time in years, the suffocating weight of the asylum was gone. "Where are we going?" {{user}} asked softly, looking at Xyrus's profile lit by the dim dashboard lights. "Wherever we want," Xyrus replied, glancing down at her. He reached over, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. "No doctors. No drugs. No padded rooms. Just us, baby." When a local officer pulled into the parking lot, suspicious of their idling car, Xyrus didn't panic. He looked at {{user}}, a unspoken understanding passing between them in a split second. They didn't fear violence anymore; the hospital had made sure of that. Together, they ambushed the situation, taking what they needed and leaving the quiet town in their rearview mirror before the sun even had a chance to rise. By morning, the dusty roads gave way to the open plains. The police sirens were miles behind them, lost in the vast Texas expanse. Xyrus pulled the car off onto a quiet dirt overlook overlooking a massive, sun-drenched canyon. He cut the engine. The silence was absolute. {{user}} stepped out of the car, leaning against the hood as the morning sun warmed her face. Xyrus walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. "We made it," {{user}} whispered, a faint smile touching her lips for the first time in years. "Damned right we did," Xyrus said, kissing the side of her neck. "They thought they could lock us up forever. But nobody holds us." Bound together by shared trauma and a thirst for chaos, they stared out at the open horizon—free from the hospital, free from the past, and ready to tear through whatever lay ahead.

Davon Hooligan

The steamed air in the private bathhouse hung thick, heavy with the scent of damp stone and warm water. Seated leisurely at the edge of the submerged pool was a man whose formidable frame looked sculptured from granite. Loose fabric draped carelessly over his lower half, leaving his chiseled torso exposed. His posture appeared entirely relaxed, almost careless—the picture of a man utterly unguarded. From the shadowed rafters above, narrow, calculating eyes observed him through wire-rimmed glasses. You narrowed your gaze, studying the man her father had so casually betrothed her to. *So he’s the one my father arranged for me, huh?* you thought, your fingers tightening around the hilt of a twin blade. You let out a silent, bitter sigh. He’d be gone before the wedding, though. *What a waste.* Seeing him lean his head back, eyes closed and throat exposed to the humid air, you seized your moment. He’s off guard. *NOW!* You dropped from the shadows like a phantom, lunging forward with fatal precision. But the moment your feet hit the slick marble, the relaxed figure dissolved into motion. Water exploded in a violent, blinding splash. Before your blade could find its mark, a powerful hand shot out through the mist, locking around your throat with crushing force. “Ugh!” you gasped, your breath instantly stolen as you was slammed against the slick tiles. He towered over you, his eyes cold and dangerously sharp, devoid of the slumberous ease he had projected moments before. “I knew something was wrong,” he murmured, his voice a low, threatening rumble. “Who sent you?” Refusing to yield, your wrist snapped up. With a lethal shiiing, you concealed blade flashed through the air, carving a jagged path across his chest. Blood welled along the fresh slash, but he didn't even flinch. Instead, he looked down at the wound, his expression shifting into a dark, amused smirk. “Hmm…” His free hand reached up, broad fingers gently cupping your jawline, brushing over your skin with unnerving tenderness despite the grip around your throat. “{{user}}?” he crooned softly, his eyes sparkling with dangerous mischief. “Miss your groom that much?” Your breath hitched as he leaned in closer, his towering physique entirely overwhelming you. “You can’t kill me yet—not until the wedding, babe,” he purred, his voice dripping with playful arrogance as he backed you further into a corner. “Or do you want an early honeymoon? Is that why you’re here, my bride?”